Chapter 72- Ours!

Lucien Volkov:

Uh. She wanted space?

She was raising her voice, arguing with me, and I couldn’t stop smiling. She was changing. My mark was working.

Every day, she became less frightened of me and a little less careful with her words. And Goddess! I loved every second of it and felt damn happy to make her piss.

She kept marching down the path without looking back.

"You’ve been giving me attitude for the last five minutes," I called after her, but she kept walking, completely ignoring me.

She didn’t even remember that I was a fucking king who was following her and she was supposed to be respectful toward me.

Damn this mate bond.

"Hey, Arabella," I called after her, "Seems like you’re planning my funeral."

She stopped abruptly and spun around as her mouth fell open.

"I ... what?" She placed her hands on her hips, "What did you say?"

"Come on. Let me take you to a healer," After reaching her, I hooked my arm through hers and forced her to walk with me.

"Healer? Why?"

"You just said you had diarrhea, so I thought... ouch!" She didn’t even let me finish as small fists started hitting my chest.

"I don’t have diarrhea!" She told me loudly, and it was hard for me to keep a straight face.

I caught both of her wrists before she could land another punch, "Enough," I tried to sound stern.

She tried to pull free, wriggling in my grip, "Stop laughing, My King! You’re annoying me."

She huffed and tried to push past me, but I sidestepped, blocking her path. She glared at me before attempting to walk around again. I caught her by the wrist and pushed her against the thick trunk of an old sycamore tree.

She went completely silent as her hazel eyes stared up at me. My arm wrapped around her waist as I lowered myself and whispered, "Done fighting?"

She swallowed hard, trying to look past me, "I ... wasn’t fighting... My King."

I wish... I wish she could call me by my name. Just once.

But I needed to be patient. She was slowly getting her confidence back, and I didn’t want to waste my hard work. I needed to take things slow, no matter if it would kill me.

She was trying hard to avoid eye contact, but then her gaze finally returned to mine. The beast inside me wanted to fuck her right there against that tree. For the first time, I couldn’t argue with him because I wanted the exact same thing.

Her cheeks had turned a soft shade of pink, and despite the fake annoyance still lingering on her face, she made no attempt to shove me away.

I brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "You’re so beautiful..." I murmured.

"Look at that soft skin, Lucien," Zorro wanted to come forward and do something crazy; he always acted reckless around her, "Why not fuck her right now? Claim her, Lucien. Make her ours."

When she saw me staring at her, she gulped her saliva, "Wh...what?"

Instead of answering her, I leaned down and captured her lips hungrily. She moaned into my mouth, and her body leaned into mine.

I was sure she could feel my cock against her belly, but she didn’t seem to mind it. Her fingers slowly curled around the front of my shirt as if she didn’t know whether to push me back or hold on.

I bit her lower lip, making her gasp in shock. That was the chance I needed as I slowly inserted my tongue into her mouth.

Both my hands ended up on her ass, and I tried to grind her against me. Her tongue was willingly fighting me, letting me taste her. And then suddenly she surprised me by being bolder and pushed her tongue inside my mouth.

"Lucien!" Zorro was getting breathless, and I could feel his eyes rolling back, "Our mate should be naked. Under us. Imagine how tight she would be around that cock."

Goddess! Zorro was of no help. The bastard was putting her explicit images in my head. My innocent mate didn’t even realize that she was tongue fucking my mouth, moaning in pleasure.

The moment she detached her mouth, we both were breathless. I rested my forehead against hers, trying to steady my heartbeat, "Arabella..."

Before I could say another word, her fingers grabbed my jaw and crashed her lips against mine with a desperation I hadn’t expected.

Her body was melting against me. My hand slowly moved to the hem of her summer dress and then moved over her naked thigh. She seemed to freeze, but this time I didn’t stop.

"M... my King... what... are you doing?" Her voice trembled, and I saw a flicker of desire in her eyes.

My hand kept moving until I could feel her panties, "I’m just touching you, Arabella... to see how wet you are for me."

Her eyes had gone wider, and her face turned crimson when my fingers brushed against her clit over her panties.

"You’re so wet for me, sweetheart..." Her breathing seemed to turn uneven.

"I ... I don’t know how..." She tried to speak, looking everywhere but me. I removed my hand and chuckled.

"You’ll understand soon, sweetheart. Don’t worry," I whispered before kissing her head, "I’ll teach you everything."

Closing my eyes, I slipped a hand behind her head and pulled her against my chest. She fit there so perfectly that it almost hurt.

My heart pounded against my ribs, and for the first time in years, it wasn’t because of a rogue attack or a battle. It was because of the woman in my arms.

"Mine!" Zorro rumbled, sounding calmer than usual.

"Ours!" I reminded Zorro, "I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up for everything she has been through."

Zorro let out a satisfied huff inside my head. He agreed with me. We both wanted the same thing. We both didn’t want to possess her but to protect her.